Ron, and the weatherman said at 2:00pm that we are 5 degrees above normal right now. I wonder if he is sober...? I don't respond well to heavy digging and lifting anymore -- what did that little girl sing, so many years ago...? ...I'm past my prime .....? But yesterday I got mad, and you know how anger can be the most powerful shot of protein for people, so on my way up to our best nursery with 2 dead azaleas and a rhodie for a conference, I stopped the car in the driveway, and dug out 3 massive azaleas. I managed to get the car full of as much as it would hold, and left the rest in the driveway. Bottom line on the azaleas: with as many shrubs as I happen to have, I MUST understand that there will be occasional - or even annual - failures. My hubby cannot accept that. This seems to be a case of winter-kill, since our weather in Southern Westchester County suffered many series of giant temperature drops and rises, and we see sudden dead shrubs up and down the street, all over here. Very sad -- why is it that ONE bush in an embankment of 12 must die? Obviously it is impossible to replace it at its original size . . . The suggestion was made that I use the anti-dessicant spray in the fall (and again in February, if there is no snow), to help the plants thru the winter. Snow cover is good, you know -- very stable, very protective. Lack of snow is the problem. I stopped at the dump on my way home, and the young man behind the window took one look at this white haired character with a car loaded to the brim with dead bushes, and came rushing outside, presumably to assist me... but I made the mistake of asking nonchallantly, "Should I put them in the back of the garbage truck over there, or should I just take them to the top of the hill..?" He raised his eyebrows and called my bluff, told me to take them to the top of the hill, and went back inside.... I managed. Now tonight, here it is 10:00pm and we are just returning home, and the "special" garbage has to be brought up the driveway for early morning pickup: seven large garbage pails and four huge dead azaleas. I had four hours' sleep last night, set the alarm for 7:45am, swallowed some orange juice and raisin pumpernickle toast, and then drove the 25 miles to Caramoor House Museum to escort 3 groups of 6th graders thru part of the museum, drove back the 25 miles, grabbed Jimmie and drove out to New Jersey to take his 89-y-o cousin out for dinner -- and as it turned out, I had no lunch, and the dinner was terrible so I left it. That's another 68 miles, of course. And here we stand in the darkness of our driveway, and Jimmie cannot pick up the azaleas. They are just plain too heavy! I tried, but also could not do it. But if you realize that not only had I dug them out yesterday, but also I had carried them out over the tops of the good azaleas, about 15 feet, before dropping them in the driveway -- it does show very clearly what anger can do. In the end we both grabbed and dragged them up the incline, but it was a tough job. Tomorrow morning I hope to snag Jimmie to come help me dig out the stump and trunk of the 3-y-o dead dogwood. He refuses to let me hire help, because he wants the thrill of accomplishment. OK, James, vaya con migo. Let's see some progress here! Penny, NY zone 6 . . .-- ________________________________________________________________ YOU'RE PAYING TOO MUCH FOR THE INTERNET! Juno now offers FREE Internet Access! Try it today - there's no risk! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj.